Obscene Queen Bee - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Cigarettes, choking pets

How you gonna pay the rent

Now that all of your money’s gone?

I know you, you know me

We met at the cemetery

Digging ditches and turning up stones

Oh, my, my, obscene queen bee

I wish I knew the cure for the disease

Which causes you to be so cold

A wet dream, a magazine

Fantasies and make believes

My headless chicken’s going to get stoned

And Paris it is too full of rage

Undercover, center stage

Voulez-vous coucher with this animal

Oh, my, my, obscene queen bee

I wish I knew the cure for the disease

Which causes you to be so cold

Radiant, allowance spent

Really, I had only meant that

We should never get so sentimental

A broken string, a wedding ring

Behind a fence I have no sense

For what the neighbors think of self control

Oh, my, my, obscene queen bee

I wish I knew the cure for the disease

Which causes you to be so cold